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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.