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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Crime,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.