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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.