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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.