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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.