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 Albania and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.