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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.