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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.