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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.