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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.