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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.