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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Mars,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.