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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
10cc,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Monks,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.