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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.