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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.