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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.