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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.