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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.