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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.