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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.