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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.