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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.