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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.