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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.