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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.