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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.