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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.