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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.