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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.