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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.