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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.