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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.