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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.