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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Searchers 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.