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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.