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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.