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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Inner City,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.