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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.