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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.