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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.