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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.