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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.