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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Japan,
Slave,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.