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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.