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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Buckinghams to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Wings,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.