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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.