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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Names,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.