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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.