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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.