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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.