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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.