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 France and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.