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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
10cc,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.