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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Ossler to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.