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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Crime,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.