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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.