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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.