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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Franke,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.