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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Television,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.