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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.