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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.