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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.