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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.