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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.