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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Rekid,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Television,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.