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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.