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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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 Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.