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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.