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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.