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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Names,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.