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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.