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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.