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 New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Interpol,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.