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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.