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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.