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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.