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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.