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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.