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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.