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 Portugal and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
JFA,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.