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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 10cc 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.