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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.