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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.