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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.