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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
New Order,
June Days,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.