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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Slave,
The Victims,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.