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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.