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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.