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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.