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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.