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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Magma,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.