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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.