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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The Index,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.