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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.