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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.