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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.