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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shoche 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.