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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.