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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.