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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.