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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.