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 Burundi and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.