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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.