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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.