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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Crime,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.