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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.