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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.