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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
MDC,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.