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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Brick,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.