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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.