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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.