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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.