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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Monks,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.