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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.