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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.