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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.