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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.