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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.