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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.