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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.