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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.