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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.