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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.