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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.