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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Swans,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.