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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.