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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.