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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
This Heat,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.