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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 DNA to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.