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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.