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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.