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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.