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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.