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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.