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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Little Man,
cv313,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.