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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.