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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.