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 Oman 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.