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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Slave,
Scion,
The Index,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.