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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.