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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.