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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.