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 Zambia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.