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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.