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 Uruguay 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.