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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.