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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.