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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.