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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.