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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.