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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.