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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.