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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.