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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.