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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.