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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.