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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.