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 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.