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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.