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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Remains,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.