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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.