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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.