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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Swans,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.