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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.