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 Kenya and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
New Order,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.