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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.