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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.