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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.