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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.