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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.