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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.