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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.