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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.