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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.