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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.