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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.