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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
PIL,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.