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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.