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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Lalann,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.