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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.