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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.