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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Television,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.