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 Uganda 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Hoover,
JFA,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Human League,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.