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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.