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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.