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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.