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 Poland 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Franke,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.