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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.