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 Belize 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Fear,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.