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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.