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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Cale 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.