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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.