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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.