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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.