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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.