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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.