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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.