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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Q65,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.