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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.