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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Josef K to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.