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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.