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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.