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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.