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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.