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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.