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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.