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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.