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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.