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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.