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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Wings,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.