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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.