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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.