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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Offenders to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.