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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.