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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.