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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Fear,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.