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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.