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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.