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 France and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.