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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.