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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.