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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.