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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.