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 India and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.