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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.