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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.