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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
ABBA,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Brick,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.