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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.