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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.