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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.