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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.