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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.