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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.