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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.