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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
X-102,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.