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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.