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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
MDC,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.