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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.