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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.