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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 DNA to the techno 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.