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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
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.