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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.