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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.