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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Little Man,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.