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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Can,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.