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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.