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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
UT,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.