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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.