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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.