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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.