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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.