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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.