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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.