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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Maurizio 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.