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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.