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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.