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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.