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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.