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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
X-102,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.