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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.