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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.