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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.