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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Niagra to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.