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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.