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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.