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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.