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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.