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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.