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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
cv313,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.