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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.