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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.