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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Nico,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.