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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.