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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.