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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.