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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Names,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.