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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.