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 Luxembourg 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.