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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.