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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.