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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Can,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.