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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.