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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
The Names,
Magazine,
AZ,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.