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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Move,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.