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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.