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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.