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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Index,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.