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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.