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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.