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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.