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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.