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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.