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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.