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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.