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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.