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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.