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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Q65,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.