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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.