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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.