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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Index,
AZ,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.