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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.