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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.