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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.