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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
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.