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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Index,
MDC,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.