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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.