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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Television,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.