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 Belize 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston 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.