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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.