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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.