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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.