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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.