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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Aswad,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.