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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.