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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.