Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.