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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
the Association,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.