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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.