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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.