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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.