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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.