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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.