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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
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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.