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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.