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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
10cc,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.