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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.