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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.