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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
PIL,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
X-101,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.