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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.