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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
X-102,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.