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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.