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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.