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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.