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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.