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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.