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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.