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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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-102. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.