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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
DNA,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.