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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.