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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.