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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Pagans,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.