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 Angola and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.