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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.