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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.