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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Faust,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.