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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Television,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.