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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
UT,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.