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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.