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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.