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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.