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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.