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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.