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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.