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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.