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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.