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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Echospace to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.