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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.