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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.