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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.