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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.