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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.