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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 Cairo and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.