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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Skriet,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.