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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.