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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
10cc,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.