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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.