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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.