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 Hungary and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.