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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.