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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.