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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.