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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.