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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.