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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.