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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.