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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Q65,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.