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 China and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.