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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.