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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.