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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.