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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.