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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Index,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.