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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.