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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.