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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Index,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.