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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
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 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.