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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.