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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.