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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Franke to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Audionom,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.