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 Austria and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
X-101,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.