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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.