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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.