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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Smog,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.