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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.