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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
AZ,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.