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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.