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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.