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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.