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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Rakim,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.