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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
ABC,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.