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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.