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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.