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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Q65,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.