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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Quando Quango 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
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.