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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.