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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.