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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Crime,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.