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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.