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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.