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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.