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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.