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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.