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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Can,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.