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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.