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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.