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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.