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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.