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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.