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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
The Fall,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.