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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.