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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.