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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.