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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.