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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Motorama,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.