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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
CMW,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.