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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Audionom,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.