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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.