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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.