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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.