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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.