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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Erasure,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.