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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.