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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Television,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.