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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.