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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.