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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Nas,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.