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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Television,
Scrapy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.