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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.