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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.