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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.