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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Television,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.