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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.