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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.