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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.