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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.