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 Lithuania 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.