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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.