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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.