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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.