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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.