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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.