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 Samoa and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.