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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.