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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.