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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.