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 Honduras 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.