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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.