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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Suicide to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.