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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
JFA,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.