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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.