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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.