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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.