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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.