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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.