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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.