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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
June Days,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.