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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
the Human League,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Wire,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Index,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.