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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.