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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.