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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.