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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
UT,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
the Slits,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.