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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.