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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sheep to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.