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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Index,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.