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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.