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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Q65,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.