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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.