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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.