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 Malta and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.