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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.