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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Technova,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.