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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Crime,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Index,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.