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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 DNA to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.