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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.