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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.