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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
X-102,
The Move,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.