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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.