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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.