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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.