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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.