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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.