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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.