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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.