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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.