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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.