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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.