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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.