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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.