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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.