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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
June of 44,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Scion,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.