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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.