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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Smoke to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Franke,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.