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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.