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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions 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?
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.