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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.