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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Brick,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.