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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.