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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.