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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.