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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.