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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.