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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Swans,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.